Thursday, September 27, 2012

WHY GO ON? WHY should a Christian Mom not just give up? It's certainly the hardest thing we'll ever have to do in our lives...burying our child.

The answer is because we have HOPE. Through Jesus Christ, bereaved Moms have the promise of reclaiming our lives back again. We have the hope of LIFE again. With our children. AGAIN. It really "isn't over"--And to top it all off, it's been promised to us as a much improved life...in fact--perfection for us all! And it will never end...we will NEVER have to say goodbye ever again!

I believe in this. I believe that what God has said, God can do. Why? Because He has shown me His abundant mercy, love and His HELP every step of the way, in my most desperate hours of need.

I didn't grow up in a nurturing family. "Dysfunctional" is a highly overused yet descriptive term for my early years. There was extremely little comforting for me from relatives.

A kind, helpful word of encouragement and a big family group-hug? What's that like? I would have no idea. But there was One that always followed through with consistent, non-conditional Love with a capital "L" for me... Jesus.

Where did my help come from? "I lift up my eyes to the mountains— where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth."Psalm 121 vs. 1-2 (NIV) "Our help is in the name of the LORD, the Maker of heaven and earth." Psalm 124:vs. 8 (NIV)

It seemed very odd to me to realize during my time of intense pain, that My Heavenly Father felt more loving and physically real and present to me... than my biological father. I could always count on Him. Only Him. Some weak-kneed "friends" may have deserted me in my hour of need. But never Him. In fact, during those extra painful days and nights, He was even MORE present to me. Through the kindness of strangers meeting a need that only He knew about; through the arranging of certain timely events and happenings-- these are things that proved beyond a shadow of a doubt to me that "Kilroy was here."

In a nutshell...I TRUST HIM. He's come through for me before; I am sure He will come through for me again. Even though I may not like the allowance of free will and what it destructively can do sometimes... God ultimately always has a "workaround." Because nothing is impossible with God. I need to understand Whom I am allowing "to call all the shots" in my life. Even when I can't possibly understand the "why" of it all. I still trust.

I strongly feel that "Trust" is the most important concept there is, for those bereaved of their children (and for grief in general) ...everything else builds on the foundation of TRUSTING HIM.

WELCOME!

It is my hope that you will find comfort from this site. God's promises have been my stronghold during the aftermath of my family tragedy. Jesus saves, even today.

Hi!

About Me

I was bereaved of my beloved husband and best friend for ten years, Tim, my 27 month old son Michael and my 9 and a half month old daughter Lisa. The two vehicle accident occurred just before Christmas, 1984, it took their lives instantly and left me the only survivor.

The catastrophic collision happened on a highway intersection--during the split second our vehicles were aligned together. The roof of our vehicle was demolished everywhere except where I was sitting.

Michael had inexplicably, repetitively told me shortly before they died, that (they were):

"Going Home to be with Jesus!"

I had a near death experience (NDE) involving a prophecy about my future. I was told I would remarry and have a son...and his name would be "Kevin."

I DID remarry not long after the accident and had a son... whom my new husband named "Kevin"! Only later would I recall the NDE and how God already knew Kevin's name before he was born.